I know it don't seem difficult to hit you up

But you not passionate about half the sh*t that you into and I ain't havin' it

And we both know that I don't mean to offend you I'm just focused today

And I don't know why it's difficult to admit that I miss you

And I don't know why we argue and I just hope that you listen

And if I hurt you I'm sorry the music makes me dismissive

When I'm awake I'm just drifting I'm not complaining

It's just to say that I stay pretty busy lately

And I could be misbehaving I just hang with my niggas

I'm f**kin' famous if you forgot I'm faithful

Despite all what's in my face and my pocket and this is painfully honest

And when I say it I vomit on cloudy days when I'm salty

I play the hate to the laundry

State to state for the profit it ain't a stain on me ni**a

My momma raised me a prophet I play for dollar incentive

And where I'm walking it's studded and half-retarded I stumble

To where she park when she visit I grab the bottle and chug it

I see the car in the distance I know the dark isn't coming

For the moment if I could hold it

She she seems that

All my dreams got dimmer when I stopped smoking pot

Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot

And loving you is a little different I don't like you a lot

You see it seems like

I'm coming back I gotta handle business

Vanish to my sleeper seat left you at terminal three

I'll meet you down at baggage claim in a couple weeks a fortnight

And you parade my homecoming don't cry

You know I can't live in any place I visit

To live and die in LA

I got my Fleetwood Mac I could get high every day

But I'd be sleepy OCD and paranoid so

Give me Bali beach - no molly please - palm no m*******a trees

Your hickies on my aorta and tattoos you could only see

When I'm playing surfboarder put whisky in that salt water

I emptied every canteen just to wear that straight edge varsity you think's cool

They thought me soft in High School thank God I'm jagged

Forgot you don't like it rough I mean he called me a faggot

I was just calling his bluff

I mean how anal am I gon' be when I'm aiming my gun

And why's his mug all bloody that was a three on one

Standing ovation at Staples I got my Grammy's and gold

Polka dots on my Brit I'm not supposed to be stunting

It's all melodic this song I catch this vibe in my sleep

But I'm just jet-lagged is all and restless

All my dreams got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot

Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot

Loving you's a little different I don't like you a lot

I mean f**k

I don't know what we're about

What good is West Coast weather if you're bi-polar

If I'mma need this sweater I'd rather be where it's cold

Where it snows I see how it goes

I put the flowers in bowls know they're coming in droves

You'll only miss when it goes

(Yeah I think that's it)

When it goes